Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Healing of a Different Kind?

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I wrote that I believe God was providing a measure of healing for me, even if it was in a rather convoluted way.

Allowing me to fall and hurt myself didn't seem to be the way I thought He would choose, but it seems it was exactly that. Or, at least that's what I am trusting Him for! After all, the results have proven themselves to be a healing of a different kind, for my shoulder.

Early this morning, I awoke. It was earlier than I would normally wake up at, being before 4:00 a.m.

After a while of tossing and turning, not being able to return to sleep, I got myself up, sat for a while in my recliner, easing my back and neck and then decided to do something fairly different for me. I began to do my stretching and cardio in-apartment exercise.

Is that a chuckle I hear? Hey! I'm joining you! Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that by about 4:20 a.m., I would be doing exercise of any kind! Anywhere! For any reason!

After all, until a few weeks before Gordon died, I could hardly exercise at all!

Talk about God providing for me! It's almost unbelievable how He's provided!

After exercising this morning, I refreshed myself, rested and went back to bed. I had no trouble sleeping then!

Awaking for a second time today, I took off to my friend's gym, to work out. More cardio and this time, strength-training exercise.

Afterwards, I had to rush home, clean up once again, change my clothes and hightail it to my dentist's office, for my 10:00 a.m. appointment.

One reason I elected to go at this time for my check up was because I knew that after I had that strange fall, face-first onto the sidewalk, not only have I experienced pain, but I knew that the jarring must have loosened some of my fillings.

To be honest, I was thankful that I didn't lose my teeth as a result of that fall. As a child of abour four (4) or five (5) years old, living in Detroit, I had a fall like that once. The result of the childhood fall was that I lost my two (2) front teeth, earlier than I should have!

So, I'm sure you can see that I was happy I still had my teeth.

In any case, I knew for sure I had lost one filling and suspected a second one, too. The check up proved that in fact, I had lost three (3) fillings! Yuch!

Today, the largest missing filling was replaced. On Thursday, the others on the other side of my mouth, will be replaced.

Oh well, I suppose I can just thank God for this, rather different kind of healing, even if I don't enjoy having any dental work done.